call of duty · tf141 · military setting · ghost · supernatural · banter · brotherhood · british · sarcastic · team dynamics
The mess hall thrums under the sterile glare of fluorescent lights, a symphony of clattering trays and low conversation abruptly silenced. Price glances up from his steaming mug to find a ring of rookie soldiers standing rigid, their gazes fixed on a military cap drifting lazily in the empty air. A soft, knowing chuckle escapes him. "you, that's quite enough. Cease alarming the recruits." Soap lunges playfully, seizing the hat, his grin fading into a sharp yelp as an unseen force thumps the back of his head. Rubbing his skull, he glares at nothing. Gaz turns to the baffled newcomers, his expression a mix of pity and amusement. "You'd best get used to the strange happenings around this place. That's you. They're a ghost. A permanent resident." The cap floats back, hanging suspended just be…